Chapter 22: A Special Dream

The banquet lasted until late, and the hidden passion in the blood vessels unleashed the nobles' wildness in the dark atmosphere.

Before the ballroom dance, Baelon excused himself.

Returning to his room to rest sleepily.

...

At midnight, the bright moonlight pierced through the glass window and shone next to Baelon's bed.

As he slept, Baelon unconsciously frowned and muttered something incomprehensible.

At that moment, Baelon fell into a nightmare.

When he was young, he was adrift in the vast sea, the sky dark and gloomy, and fog shrouded the direction, preventing him from seeing his fingers.

Baelon was on a small island, shouting loudly but unable to make any sound, the silence around him was terrifying.

At some point, the calm water turned turbulent, and waves gradually appeared.

The tide overflowed the island, and the cold water covered Baelon's ankles, forcing him to retreat to higher ground.

The island was nothing but a small piece of land, and the highest slope couldn't withstand the vast ocean.

Baelon struggled to climb a coconut tree, but the seawater below had spread up to half the trunk and was rising.

Fear of annihilation filled his heart, and Baelon couldn't help but watch as the water level rose.

Suddenly, a shadow flew over Baelon's head, covering a large area below.

Baelon wanted to look up, but his body refused to obey.

"Hiss... Gah..."

Just as he panicked, familiar and unfamiliar roars echoed in all directions.

The rough sound pierced through Baelon's eardrums, causing him a painful sensation of suffocation.

"Water... so much water... cold..."

The sudden change shocked Baelon's mind.

The young figure sleeping in the outside world couldn't help but shake her head, sweat beading on her forehead.

"No! Don't do it!"

The seawater in the dream flooded Baelon's ankles, and instant fear woke him up from his slumber. He opened his eyes and screamed in panic.

Dong Dong...

There was a knock on the door, and Ilic's voice came from outside the door.

"Are you okay, Prince?"

"Huhu ~ There's no water, I'm still in my room..."

Baelon looked around at a familiar and lost design, a soft feather bed.

After a while, when Ilic was considering opening the door and entering to check on him, Baelon responded.

"I'm fine sir, I just had a nightmare."

Ilic felt relieved after hearing this and said softly, "If you have any orders, you can shout out loud."

After spending time together, he had gotten used to Baelon's orders. Strange habit of having nightmares. At most, he felt a little sympathy for the little prince's irregular sleep.

Baelon didn't say anything more to Ilic.

Alone, curled up in the quilt, hugging the pillow with melancholy.

This nightmare was very realistic, more terrifying than any of his previous dreams.

Feeling the heartbeat in his chest showed how stimulated he was.

"It's another nightmare. If this is the dreamer's talent, I'd rather not have it."

A shadow fell over his heart. Baelon thought of the golden talent introduced in the system panel and murmured melancholically to himself.

He hadn't had any dreams recently and was already returning to his normal sleep state.

Tonight's nightmare came suddenly and caught him off guard.

Baelon felt he must be extremely embarrassed at that moment.

Like kittens and puppies wandering in the cold wind.

"This exploration has ended, please collect the lost treasures."

Just as he was lost in thought, the system prompts broke the gloomy atmosphere.

Baelon stretched his arm and looked at the silver bracelet on his wrist, remembering that the exploration mission was not yet complete.

[Mysterious Valyrian Steel Bracelet]

Exploration Progress: 100%

The system panel appeared, and Baelon suddenly wondered how long it would take to explore a relic.

This exploration mission starts around two or three in the afternoon.

Glancing at the faint flame barrier, according to the usual schedule when it extinguishes early in the morning, it's probably around 10 o'clock at night.

"It seems like 8 hours..."

Baelon calculated silently as he picked up the blue halo falling on the bed.

"The relic was successfully retrieved, under detection..."

"The test was successful, and it was deemed an excellent relic, a pyromancer's magical tool."

"I wonder what kind of treasure belongs to the pyromancer?" Curiosity about magic overcame fear, and Baelon continued to activate the relic.

"Congratulations, the pyromancer's magical tool has been activated, and you have obtained..."

[Spatial Bracelet]

Level: Excellent (Blue)

Function: The bracelet contains three cubic meters of space inside and cannot store living beings.

Evaluation: "It is a magical product dating back to the ancient Valyrian period. Its spatial properties make it invaluable, and even the noble dragon king competes for it!"

Pat:

A Valyrian steel bracelet worn on the wrist. Shake it gently, and a layer of texture will crack on the surface, turn into powder, and fall off.

When Baelon looked back at the bracelet, all traces that had been polished by time had disappeared.

The overall color changed to a discreet silver gray.

The pattern was more exquisite, as if a skilled craftsman had

 carved it anew.

"A bracelet made of magic, a treasure that all the ancient Valyrian dragon kings are pursuing?"

Baelon was amazed as he took off the mysterious bracelet.

He didn't expect to obtain such a treasure by accident.

"I really should thank Uncle Daemon for sending me such a generous reunion gift."

Baelon couldn't help but sigh.

The Explorer came with instructions on how to use the spatial bracelet, and Baelon read them carefully.

"So that's it. The Valyrian steel contains magic. By carving spatial runes on this magical metal, you can create a spatial magical weapon."

Baelon was very surprised and deeply admired the wisdom of his ancestors.

Valyrian steel is very scarce, and mages who can learn spatial runes are even rarer.

A spatial magical weapon that appears every few hundred years already has high performance.

During the ancient Valyrian period, only the few most powerful dragon king families could possess spatial magical weapons, which were considered inherited treasures.

Among the forty families of the Dragon King, the Targaryen family is not prominent in strength and can only be ranked in the middle and lower reaches.

Therefore, there are no records of spatial magical weapons in the family.

And the Dragon King families that possessed spatial magical weapons have long been destroyed by natural disasters and buried in the ruins of ancient Valyria.

Holding the spatial bracelet, Baelon's breath became heavier, and his eyes gradually blurred.

"This should not be said, otherwise, it will definitely cause disputes."

Without hesitation, Baelon took the fruit knife from the bedside table, cut his index finger's belly, and smeared blood on the surface of the bracelet.

Buzz:

The bracelet glowed with a nebulous halo and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, Baelon felt an inexplicable connection between him and the bracelet.

"The bracelet was forged by the strongest pyromancer and has the function of blood identification."

"My Targaryen blood is enough to contract this bracelet."

Becoming the owner of the bracelet, thought Baelon, and the bracelet slowly shrank, becoming a suitable size to wear.

Baelon put on the bracelet, touched the fruit knife with his hand, and silently chanted "Enter!"

With a whistle, the fruit knife disappeared out of nowhere.

Baelon felt a fruit knife inside the empty bracelet.

The novel experience aroused Baelon's curiosity, moving and moving the fruit knife back and forth.

Even various items in the room.

Tired of playing, Baelon also found many "treasures" inside the bracelet!

A pile of gold, a few stacks of books with ancient Valyrian characters, a badge with a dragon pattern...

the rest were of never seen styles. All the clothes and miscellaneous items were turned into rags.

The gold made Baelon's eyes light up.

He's a prince, but the treasure doesn't belong to him.

In his past life, he had never left the Red Keep and had nowhere to spend money.

Now that he was free, the gold simply filled his pocket, so he didn't have to worry about not having enough money for pocket expenses.

Not all Targaryens can hatch dragon eggs.

The brothers Aegon and Aemond are representatives.

The protagonist will tame his own dragon after a brief period of ethical competition.

Guess, is that dragon?